Earthquakes in Ecuador and Japan. Massive flooding in Houston. Fire spreading through row homes in Lancaster. Emergencies. Tragic events. People in need of help. And good-hearted people the world over respond. When a 7.8-magnitude earthquake hit Nepal a year ago, compassionate individuals donated $15 million in little more than a week through the donate button that appeared in their
I’m No Superstar
I’m No Superstar is a blog for people like me who want to make a difference in the world but know they aren’t activists. Each post contains a social action idea that most of us could do, a book that’s worth reading, or a link to a website that offers other ideas. Oh, and it’s all introduced by a sometimes quirky story from my life.
We’re headed into that fall season when the begging letters begin to show up in the mailbox, when the charity event invites roll into our inboxes and when our friends hope we’ll help them by buying their kids’ wrapping paper, their favorite charities’ fair-trade item or their own newly published books. And the guilt rises.
“I’m not going to school,” my 6-year-old grandson insisted last Friday. Our daughter Joy was confused because Hunter loves school. “Hunter, get on the bus.” “No.” “Why not?” “Because I am taking the money I was saving for vacation to God’s Warehouse [a local thrift store] and buying clothes and toys for the kids that
I love the intentional charitable choices Les and I make at Christmas. We give coats to a clothing closet so someone will have a warmer Christmas. We buy gifts for someone we know in need. We put together shoe boxes for Operation Christmas Child. And because of my parents’ Salvation Army background, I have trouble
Charlie’s only 7. But the Haitian earthquake deeply affected him and he wanted to do something. So he decided he would ride his bike around his local park and ask people to donate for each lap, with the hope of raising £500, the equivalent of about $761, for UNICEF. So far Charlie, and the publicity